could be damn near anything

The kids flying their kites in the park told me they’d stopped believing.

When I asked them what had happened to change their minds, they just shrugged their tiny shoulders & broke out the Bazooka bubble gum & shared one more laugh with the adolescents falling from the monkey bars & the jungle gyms.

So I got in my car.  Drove home.  Drank a beer.  Laid down.  Closed my eyes.

My breath was shallow.  Couldn’t keep my eyes closed.  Kept seeing the missing tile from the ceiling.

What was wrong?  What went wrong?

I was smiling just the other day.  Having a drink with a friend.  Counting my blessings.  Remembering her cute smile.  But it still wasn’t enough to heal me.

I started crying.

Didn’t know why.

Thought it might’ve had to do with my obsession with exercise or because I was eating too many carbs…

But I think it was because I was losing a piece of myself.

A piece of this, a piece of that.

Before I knew it, the pieces had turned into

fractions of pieces and were finally reduced to their lowest common denominators.

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[keith]

i haven't done a read over but know there is one on schedule
a one-time read is a but tease for coming thoughts
soon as this episode digests i will sit for another helping
thanks for this food of thought